Alas! while she so passing sweet was singing,
I saw a red mouse from her mouth outspringing.
Mephistopheles.
Pooh! on the Brocken that’s a thing of course;
Let not such trifles mar your sweet discourse.
Go, join the crew, and dance away;
Enough, the red mouse was not gray.
Faust.
Then saw I——
Mephistopheles.